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An elderly man was at home, dying in bed.

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by Doglips, Jul 22, 2002.

  1. Doglips

    Doglips G&G Newbie

    An elderly man was at home, dying in bed. He smelled the aroma of
    his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last
    cookie before he died.
    He fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the
    stairs, and crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily
    baking cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the table and
    was just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet.
    As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie, his favorite
    kind, his wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
    "Why?" he whispered. "Why did you do that?" "They're for the funeral."__________